Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 7

Grace Quinn offered a faint smile. "Tristan, Sunny's just teasing you."

Luna's dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her white dress lending her an air of easy elegance. She stood quietly in front of Sunny, her tone gentle. "Sunny, are you still upset with Tristan about the other day?"

Chloe scoffed, lips curling with a hint of mockery. "Honestly, sis, how could you even be mad at Tristan?"

But none of this was what Tristan cared about. His eyes darkened, a searching look flickering beneath his lashes as he repeated, word by word, "What did you just say you didn't want?"

Sunny's lips twisted into a contemptuous smile. "So, Mr. Lawson's going deaf now?"

"I said, I don't want you anymore."

Grace Quinn arched a brow, surprised—maybe she'd underestimated her stepdaughter after all.

Tristan's anger flared, barely contained. He pulled Sunny abruptly into his arms. "You think you can just get rid of me because you say so?"

"Enough. Today's about Grandpa's birthday. Come on, let's go offer him a toast."

Without waiting for a reply, he steered Sunny past Luna and headed for the head table where their grandfather sat.

Chloe watched their retreating backs, so close together, and stamped her foot in frustration. "Luna, is your brother out of his mind?"

Luna's long lashes fluttered, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. "Chloe, do you have a thing for my brother?"

Chloe froze. "N-no, of course not."

She grew flustered, her voice shrinking. "Why would I like him? He's about to become my brother-in-law."

The words "brother-in-law" sounded especially resentful coming from her.

Luna's expression cooled. She stopped looking at her so-called best friend and stared straight ahead. "Come on, Chloe, let's go greet Grandpa."

It had been five years. She was determined to take back everything that was rightfully hers.

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Sunny didn't resist—after all, she was getting paid for this performance, and the show had to go on.

"Grandpa Lawson, just a little something from me. Wishing you health and happiness for many years to come."

Then he spotted his sister deep in conversation with Grandpa and hurried off to join them.

"Hmph, see?" Chloe muttered. "Luna's always been the most important person in Tristan's life."

Sunny didn't spare a glance for her not-so-bright, not-so-nice stepsister. Instead, she smiled sweetly at her stepmother. "Ms. Quinn, when are you planning to give Chloe a brother? Dad's always wanted a son. It's a big deal—have you told him yet?"

Chloe's face turned red. "You! Sunny, my mom's never having another kid."

"Oh," Sunny replied, her smile sly. "It's just that you keep calling Tristan your brother, Chloe. I thought you really wanted one—maybe Ms. Quinn will grant your little wish someday."

Grace Quinn's lips tightened. "Sunny, you do love to joke."

So she's saying I can't have a son, huh?

Just then, a staff member approached. "Miss Carrington, Mr. Lawson would like you at the head table."

Sunny blinked, then stood gracefully, smiling. "Of course, thank you."

Chloe's face twisted with frustration as she watched Sunny walk away. "Mom, look at her!"